'From Prada to Payless' blogger: Rushing ahead at snail's pace

David brought up the boxes from the basement that hold all of our Christmas decorations. Back into the boxes they will all go until next year. Getting the lights off the tree and pushing the drying beast out the sliding glass door onto the deck where it will sit and ice over for probably a week until we dispose of it.

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Posted Jan. 4, 2013 at 12:01 AM

Posted Jan. 4, 2013 at 12:01 AM

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David brought up the boxes from the basement that hold all of our Christmas decorations. Back into the boxes they will all go until next year. Getting the lights off the tree and pushing the drying beast out the sliding glass door onto the deck where it will sit and ice over for probably a week until we dispose of it.

The needles left everywhere as well as the glitter and confetti left over from New Year's Eve, will also have me vacuuming most of the day. Normally, I vacuum my floors every other day if not every day.

With everyone home for the last week and kids dressing and undressing from playing in the snow and the holidays with all of its fallout, my floors are not good.

If you walk barefoot, sparkles, pine needles and dust bunnies begin to stick to the bottoms of your feet. If you wear socks, well ... that's not very pretty either. I have been keeping my shoes on.

De-Christmas-ing usually leads to purging and neatening up around these parts. My already cluttered house looks a bit less uncluttered once all of the decorations are gone.

There is something so nice about getting "back to normal." Even my girls were happy to wake up, eat their breakfasts and hop on the bus. Charlotte happily woke up to a visit from the tooth fairy ... (thank heavens I remembered as I was watching House Hunters much past my bedtime and sprang into action!) Even Olivia said that the break was starting to confuse her. She didn't like the schedule of no schedule. She said that the last few days she just didn't know what to do with herself and was happy to return to her predictable day.

Molly is happy too. She likes the ride to the bus stop in the morning and seeing her sisters off. She knows that when we get home Sesame Street is still on and it is time for her breakfast. She likes her bagel with cream cheese but I have begun to realize that it is only the cream cheese she likes and the bagel is just a vehicle to get it into her mouth. She starts to miss her sisters after lunch and normally asks when it is time to go get them from the bus stop. We have our own little daily grind here. I know it won't be like this forever and although some days the predictability of it bores me and the household chores make me feel like I am running in a hamster wheel, I also know I will long for it when it inevitably morphs into something else.

Nothing remains the same. It is all ever changing. Years of ornaments will go back into the dark basement joined by new additions from this season to our ever growing collection representing years gone by. Like the rings of a tree slowly moving and changing.

Daily life has such a false sense of permanence. Some days it feels like we are at a stand still going nowhere.